All Chapters of The Cage of Mercy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

One day, I was kidnapped.I couldn't remember how many days had passed, how it happened, why, or who had kidnapped me. The only thing that vaguely came to mind before I was taken was, "I might have been stalked." I couldn't even be sure of that—whether it was because of the aftereffects of the kidnapping or not, my memories were unnaturally blurry.The ceiling was old. There wasn't a single window in the room, so I couldn't see any light, and no matter how much I shouted, asking if anyone was there, no one answered. I guessed that either the room was soundproof or I was in some remote place.I looked down at the heavy black shackles wrapped around my feet."They're heavy."Realizing I was completely imprisoned, I thought I might die.The faceless man who had kidnapped me had, in my mind, transformed into a cruel murderer. The cruel murderer became a terrifying organ trafficker, and the organ trafficker became a grotesque cannibal who devoured people. That image changed dozens of times

In the end, I had no choice but to spill the whole story to Denver, a physical education major in the same year as me."Anyway, I can't go to the police. I have to handle this myself.""Isn't it something like that? I heard this famous celebrity stalker story—apparently, the guy was living with her. He'd come out at night to eat and sleep under the sink during the day.""Don't say such horrible things. And my place is so small, there's no space for that.""Then did you at least change your front door password?""Yeah, of course."Ten digits, thirteen digits, four digits, five digits—I changed it unpredictably as often as I could. With my tight budget and no way to ask my aunt for money, installing a new door lock was out of the question. This was the only security I could manage.But to him, it was like a toy."So, did he get in?""I don't even know how he knows the password.""Maybe he's watching you from somewhere? I'm starting to get seriously worried. I've got goosebumps on my arm

I was going crazy from the urge to defecate. The man seemed to know this and calmly stirred my insides with a composed expression. It seemed like he was determined to make me do something filthy. My face burned with shame, and tears welled up and spilled out.I hadn’t even cried when I was being raped, but now it was finally bursting out.I lifted my ass and shook my legs, tears dripping down as I begged:“Ugh. No. This isn’t it, I don’t want this!”I put all my strength into my legs to hold it in.My left leg kept giving out. Supporting myself with my right leg, my whole body was exhausted.“Then would you rather cum now and just take the punishment?”“Give me the punishment. I’ll take it. Let me go to the bathroom. Please… please. Hic, please, hic, please.”I was begging. I didn’t want to defecate on the man’s hand. Earlier, I had barely managed to urinate in the corner of the room after holding it in. I didn’t want to do anything filthier. There was such a thing as human dignity. N

My heart pounded wildly, like I’d been caught doing something wrong. The man gently stroked my cheek and kissed my lips.His tongue pried open my lips and licked my front teeth. I resisted, keeping my mouth shut. He grabbed my cheek and forced my mouth open, then snaked his tongue inside like a serpent, unsettlingly probing my mouth.I gasped as I took his breath.The hand pressing my cheek slid up and covered my eyes.My eyebrows brushed against his rough palm. I could feel his hardened cock pressing against my lower abdomen.My eyes trembled at the vivid sensation, and the man laughed.Then he pulled his hand down and pinched my nose shut.“……!”I grabbed his shoulders with both hands and trembled, trying to push him away.I couldn’t breathe. My mouth was blocked by his lips, and my nose was clamped shut by his hand.After about 30 seconds, he released my nose, as if he’d been counting in his head.I gasped for breath a few times, and then my nose was blocked again.It was agonizing

After finishing my second year of university, I took a two-year leave of absence and worked part-time loading and unloading deliveries. When I returned to school two years later, there were many seniors I hadn’t seen before, and Eric was one of them. Eric was the kind of person who naturally drew attention—first, because of his strikingly handsome face, and second, because of his outstanding academic performance.Even though I usually didn’t care much about others, the rumors surrounding him had piqued my curiosity more than once. I had witnessed things.Eric and I had known each other for a long time, but our interactions had never gone beyond casual greetings. Yet, suddenly, he started to openly despise me. The reason? I had caught him in an intimate moment. I was infamous in our department for being a homophobe, and he had been kissing another man in the very spot where I had been napping. It was the worst luck imaginable. But I swear, I never spread the word that he was gay.Rega